Monday, May 10, 2010

The Independent makes mad, passionate love to Madame Arcati

My favourite newspaper (du jour!), the Independent - whose owner is the handsomest of the newspaper proprietor breed (competition includes the lissom Barclays and sultry Rupert Murdoch) - kindly draws its intelligent readership's attention to a Madame Arcati story.

After praising the author of MA in terms I cannot repeat, but with which I concur, it recounts the conversation that took place between Paul Dacre and Allison Pearson prior to her scarpering off from the Mail to the Telegraph. However the Indy states that the reported exchange was imagined by me. Nothing could be farther from the truth. The words spoken were repeated to me from someone who has permanent hearing damage from Mr Dacre's dynamic office interventions.

When they do the autopsy on my source, imprints of "cunt" will be found on his or her ear wax.

I have already remarked on the allure of the Indy's deputy editor Adam Leigh (is that his name?); so my curiosity is whetted as to the proportions and pulchritude of the media sage who authored the eulogy to Madame Arcati. Cannot it be long before yet another fiance(e) is added to the list?

14 comments:

M de Plouquenet said...

Keep going, the fuckers won't even pay Ron Broxted, who is the hero of this and every other hour.

Anonymous said...

Tell the truth-what did you bribe him with. Sex?

Madame Arcati said...

Truth? How rustic.

Anonymous said...

It sounds as if you have been drinking the kremlins 'kool aid'. You got a mention in the indie for fucks sake. It's not exactly Vanity Fair or the new yorker. I will grant you that its about one step up from having a 'banging tune' dedicated to you on your local pirate radio station. But if this floats your boat then keep reaching for the stars.

Madame Arcati said...

Vanity Fair? You mean the pompous sleb mag no one actually reads? Poor you.

Kevin Spacey said...

I read Vanity Fair.

Madame Arcati said...

Only if you're in it, darling.

Green Goddess said...

NO ONE reads Profanity Flair. It's just useful because it keeps that lovely Henry Porter in a nice office. I heart Lebedev, those strong muscular Russian arms, but not nearly as much as I heart you. Darling MA! Fuck Adam Boulton, but wear silk eyeshades and keep the plastic liners on his Pradas. Bet they were knock offs anyway...is Broxted a hero? What did I miss this time?

Madame Arcati said...

My dear GG (Gigi -geddit?), I welcome your heart and any other viscera. Do you have any goss on Ron B? I always love a goss (sign of intelligence).

Green Goddess said...

YOUR Gi-Gi. Hmm...will revert with gossip. When I have made some up. But apparantly THE gossip column to be in is that nasty Piers Morgan's g/f's eye-candy one. You know Fly or Try or something in da Torygraph. .

Madame Arcati said...

Oh no, she was dumped ages ago cos of me.

Green Goddess said...

Ohhhh...well they only get the Indy or the Sun (I know go figure progressive / tabloid governor?) at Holloway. Do keep up darling...

Anonymous said...

Oh good heavens, la Damji is out of jail and back to her favourite playground. This blog is going to be hell on earth again.

Anonymous said...

Don't think she was ever in actually. Can't get a clear answer from the press office at the MoJ about this one. Whatever happened to Mark Reeves? I think he might know. And you know how the Daily Mail loves her. She's been posting here under anon all along, can't you tell? It's a secret love-in between her and Darling Ma! X Read between the lines, "darlingest."